Heyr Himna Smiour

Heyr himna smiður | Hear, Heavenly Creator (An Icelandic Hymn)

Heyr, himna smiður, hvers skáldið biður.
Komi mjúk til mín miskunnin þín.
Því heit eg á þig, þú hefur skaptan mig.
Eg er þrællinn þinn, þú ert drottinn minn.

Guð, heit eg á þig, að þú græðir mig.
Minnst þú, mildingur, mín, mest þurfum þín.
Ryð þú, röðla gramur, ríklyndur og framur,
hölds hverri sorg úr hjartaborg.

Gæt þú, mildingur, mín, mest þurfum þín,
helzt hverja stund á hölda grund.
Send þú, meyjar mögur, málsefnin fögur,
öll er hjálp af þér, í hjarta mér.

English Translation:

Listen, smith of the heavens, what the poet asks.
May you softly come unto me with your mercy.
So I call on thee, for you have created me.
I am thy servant; you are my Lord.

God, I call on thee to heal me.
Remember me, mild one, most we need thee.
Drive out, o king of suns, generous and great,
every human sorrow from the city of the heart.

Watch over me, mild one, most we need thee,
truly every moment in the world of men.
Send us, son of the virgin, good causes.
All aid is from thee, in my heart.

-Kolbeinn Tumason

Jesus, Take the Wheel

She was driving last Friday
On her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve

Going home to see her mama and her daddy
With the baby in the backseat

Fifty miles to go, and she was running low
On faith and gasoline

It’d been a long hard year

She had a lot on her mind, and she didn’t pay attention
She was going way too fast

Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass

She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn’t even have time to cry

She was so scared
She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
‘Cause I can’t do this on my own

I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
And save me from this road I’m on

Jesus, take the wheel

It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop

She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat
Sleeping like a rock

And for the first time
in a long time
She bowed her head to pray

She said, I’m sorry for the way
I’ve been livin’ my life

I know I’ve got to change

So from now on tonight

Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
‘Cause I can’t do this on my own
I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
And save me from this road I’m on

Oh, Jesus, take the wheel

Oh, I’m letting go
So give me one more chance

Save me from this road I’m on
From this road I’m on

Jesus, take the wheel

Oh, take it, take it from me

Oh, why, oh

-Carrie Underwood

Dear Mama,

How is it after all these years you are still the person I can come to when I’m feeling disappointed by the world?

How is it that, even though you’ve been through so many hardships, you still keep that positive warmth around you?

How is it that even after everything is taken away from you, you humbly walk to church every Thursday and pray for everyone out of the goodness in your heart, and thank God for what you have left?

I’m really lucky to have you.